OptimusKel

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Prudence Olivia

@Leaves

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Listening to the conversation happening around her, Olive wasn't keen on saying anything. There was nothing to be added for now, she would offer a soft laugh at the terrible name Nunchucks had given that poor crew though. The woman still smothering herself in her bag began to fumble in her pocket, pulling out some glasses and raising her face minimally to put them on before sitting up. She contemplated what to do at this point, the hysteria outside had just begun as Nunchucks had just left, and there was no getting through that crowd easily. To her never-ending bag Olive went, pulling out a pair of knitting needles, a rusted circuit board, and a small battery pack. All of which had been makeshift held together with old cording rope until she could do anything with this project. Maybe today was the day that she'd finally figure out what super heated knitting needles could be used for. Besides stabbing people eyes out and cauterizing the skin at the same time. She laughe again, this time louder, imagining this scenario playing out with the solider that had agreed she'd make a good prostitute. That'd never happen. Olive shot straight up out of her seat,"Nunchucks..." She'd race to the door, realizing he never made good on their supposed promise. Catching him as he was leaving the crowd, she'd calmly but firmly grasp at his shoulder and urge him to turn around. "Hey! You said i could leave for the day. I have shit to do. I NEED to work."

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Prudence Olivia

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Olive found herself following one of the officers, getting closer to the screaming with each step. She could feel the stress washing over her from whatever was about to be presented. Which made her stoo. Every few steps. To the annoyance of the officer just trying to do his job. First it was a "I forgot my gloves at the wall.." To which the poor man stomped angrily back to the entrance of Pallet with Olive. Turned out, her gloves were at the bottom of her bag..she hadn't looked well. She made this a slow process, keeping a good distance from her watchman. This made the man have to stop, wait, start walking, only to repeat the process every block. Then came the second excuse "I..i have no protection." The lead in this dance of patience, the officer, grunted. He turned and shot her a look of disgust, promptly replying by raising his nightstick from the belt over his waist and handing it to Olive. No..not handed..more like slammed in to her open palms in a fit. This whole patience thing didn't work, for either of them. They weren't a practical duo. A soldier deemed officer, and a jimmy rustled inventor. The whole procastination party from the wall to 3/4ths of the way to the diner took a good 30 minutes. Olive was out of ideas and finally quietly walked alongside her chauffeur. She needed to be nice, or at least proper, to get any chance for a walk outside these walls. The soldier, he just wanted to know what the hell was going on. Neither of them were going to succeed in those resolves. The duo found themselves on the outskirts of a crowd in hysterics, quietly nudging through bodies to get to the diner entrance. The officer tipped his head to Nunchucks and gathered by his side to get details of the scene. Olive slipped in to a booth away from the bodies and the conversation. She was not part of this. She didn't need to talk. The bodies weren't bothersome, she'd seen worse. The amount of living people in this closed space is what got to her, it'd been so long since she had her own posse, people that relied on her and that she loved. This wasn't that. So instead, she pulled up her bag and laid it on the table followed by ploping her head facw down in to said bag.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Prudence Olivia

Olive was taken back by the physical touch of her person, but it didn't show in the slightest. She peered down at The Boss, taking in his face as he spoke. The potential slight embarrassment as a lower level officer corrected him, the need to use touch to gain the upper hand. Literally. It wasn't a bad offer, but she was curious what the need was before she agreed. In this town it was usually either prostitute or killer. Never did anyone need actual help with things like creating air conditioned flats, or making water proof boots for officers. As her thoughts crept more towards Nunchucks making a perverse joke out of HER need, she groaned. Slapping his hand away as he began to go for her face, Olive would make her decision clear. "No no, that isn't what i said. I need to scrap for another expierment. The town is dry of good metals and non radiated flora, as I've already cleared what i could. Olive crossed her arms loosely over her chest, she'd think for a moment of the list she needed and without being asked she'd begin to say it outloud to no one. "Copper piping...no, too much room for rust. Pvc? Maybe. Yes i need to find piping and ceramics. I remember that. Yes, like the vases we made in art class." She'd abruptly stop and look up from her shoes, staring at the back of Nunchucks head, then at the man he'd joke with only moments ago. "You'll let me leave, thank you. I have things needing to be finished.

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@Leaves

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The discord invite has always showed up at expired for me. I'm too nice to say anything.
@Leaves

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Prudence Olivia

Olive startled awake in a pool of sweat around her, the sheets were damp and there was a layer of wet on her skin, making everything stick to her body. She couldn't remember the nightmare but it was surely a nightmare. No good dream would leave her in a cold sweat, with a racing heart. Groggy with a side of annoyance, Olive sat up to better the wake up process. "How long was i out?....." She'd murmur to the space around her, rubbing the crust from her eyes and patting down the greasy hair atop her head. Olive craned her neck to left then to the right, the sudden pop in her spine and bone rattling created a tension releasing sigh. Standing to stretch her arms and legs out, a quick analysis of the sunlight out her window would tell her it was closer to noon at this point. Closing the window pane, her next move was towards the makeshift shower. If you could call an upside down 5 gallon bucket a shower than sure, it was. The bucket hung from a cord tied to the ceiling, sturdy enough to hold a full 5 gallons of clean water. It had holes in the bottom cut carefully small to imitate a real shower head. Olive filled the bucket once under it and cleaned off as quick as possible, taking advantage of the water as much as she could. Once finished with her faux cleaning, she'd do a smell test on her clothes and find the least offensive smelling sweater and pants to wear for the day. Finally ready to leave her shack for the first time in a while, Olive grabbed her gloves and a small sack to carry knick knacks and found things in. Her first stop was the diner, needing something other than stale bread rations to gnaw on. The last of a radio transmission was heard, fantasizing a new place to live for her neighbors. She'd think nothing of this new place, as padded living was a thing of the past. There was no safety now. Unfortunately there'd be no breakfast today, the idea of staying any longer and watching a kid try to rally others in to going to The End was unappetizing. She'd duck out just as the poor boy was being boo'd and forced off his soap box. Olive rubbed her stomach and promised it a good meal later, but first scraping. Her walk lead her to the entrance of pallet, hoping today would be the day the Guards would let her garbage digging tendencies be outside. Just for a moment or two. She even brought her gloves this time. They HAD to. As she approached and realized the trash fire she had walked in on, She'd come to understand the diner was probably better entertainment than being anywhere near Nunchuck. With no confidence whatsoever she'd talk herself in to approaching but every time she'd take a step closer to the ordeal in front of her, Olive would then talk herself OUT of it. She might as well be a chicken with its head cut off because that's what this dance of self esteem looked like to anyone who caught a glimpse of her being an awkward taco in public. There was no missing an extremely tall woman being undeniably confused with her actions. The fact that Olive was showing anything but calm, let alone being flustered, came from hunger and probably just waking up. She wasn't ever so baffled with options but she knew no one was allowed outside, and the fact that pallet had been picked over and there was nothing left in the form of scraps for her to mess with that she hadn't already messed with made this increasingly important, therefore increasingly nerve racking. Finally deciding on being a grown ass woman and thinking how dumb it'd be to be scared, she'd straighten her back and walk forward. Olive would stand on the outskirts of the saluting guards and Nunchuck, making a throaty cough to grab anyone's attention to her. Her words coming out louder than she'd intended, Olive would shout "Yes, Hi, I'd like to leave for the day. Thanks." The fact that she towered above some of these men and matched the height of others made her feel a bit more intimidating as she glanced around and felt better about herself. The pale woman with the baby mush colored hair, wanting to leave to scrap. Olive wasn't acting the smartest today for all the brains she had.

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@Leaves

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Prudence Olivia

A shadow casting itself on the sundial marked the new days time as 6am. Olive sat at her makeshift desk, built of cardboard and tincans and not much of a sturdy place to set things. The desk did it's job though, it was somewhere that Olive could sit and read, or contemplate her next projects. The set up was against the longest wall of her tiny shack, her table taking up the corner where a window and wall met. Making it the perfect spot for sunlight, daydreaming, and people watching. Pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin between her kneecaps, she reached for a piece of charcoal and made another tally on the wall by her head."48 hours.." She'd say outloud, reminding herself of time moving on. It had been 2 days since the last time Olive had slept or eaten. This happened sometimes, it was a roller coaster for her. She'd be okay, her days filled with learning new skills from long ago scholars then she'd binge on literature and expierments and find herself still awake a week later on her 20th motherboard made out of meat byproduct and aluminum foil. It was what she called her manic phase, where she couldn't stop creating no matter how hard she tried to leave it alone. This 2 day episode was no different, only it was. Olive had fucked up. For the first time in 15 years. In the process of creating skin grafts from different flora, she had accidentally killed the only flower that successfully stayed alive in this poisonous wasteland. It was just a flower but it died under her care, she had stripped it of it's petals and stems, then accidentally watered it with radioactive goop. Olive felt tired, signaling the end of another manic session. Grasping at the vase of the now dead plant, she'd push open the window and dump its contents down on to the road beneath. She'd leave the window open, letting the sunshine in for the day as she made her way to sleep. The bed in question being that of a soft pad on the floor, covered with blankets she'd collected over the last few years. Torn and dirty but well loved. That was basically everything Olive owned, old and well loved.
"Good morning, and goodnight world.." Olive would murmur as she pulled the nest of blankets around her face and fell into a deep slumber, while the rest of the world was just waking.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Prudence Olivia

"Vodka may not be the answer, but it's worth a shot."

General Information

Name: Prudence Olivia

Legend: Olive

Species: Human

Gender: Femme

Age: 28

Appearance: She has long thick hair, the color of carrots, or maybe it's better described as sweet potato baby mush. With a round face and smooth skin, she looks younger than she is. Cartoonishly large round frames take up the center of her face, and even with those she still has to squint to make out her surroundings. Olivia has dull green eyes, her long eyelashes and fuller lips making up for everything else being quite plain. Her body is category chubby skinny. Strong toned long legs, a soft tummy, and larger chest. She covers up with sweaters and baggy pants squished in to old combat boots most the time. Standing at 6 feet and 4 inches, she is intimidating without meaning to be.

Personality: Her default is maternal to those around her, constantly finding herself giving advise for everything. Olive is extremely intelligent but very humble. Impossible to be angered or offended, calm is her forte. Her cool tone can be unnerving, especially when faced with excitement or fear.

Condition: Wasted

Recreational Knowledge

Likes: Animals, Collecting Books, Cold Showers, Solitutde, Sunlignt, Creating/Inventing, Terrible Jokes.

Dislikes: Aggressive Behavior, Children, Being Lazy, Large Storms, Loud Noises, Pickles.

Hobbies: Every day is filled with inventing little machines for daily life struggles. When not creating, her nose is dug in to frayed old books, gulping down all knowledge she can get her hands on.

Strengths: Quite a fast runner, can process data (math problems, science equations, puzzles) in seconds, defuser of stressful situations.

Weaknesses: Relies on prescription glasses, incapable of multi-tasking, exhausts easily.

Theme Song:Childish Gambino - Redbone

Combat Ready

Weapon: Olive created a makeshift blow dart gun long ago, having fashioned small wood scraps in to sharpened needles. The gun is a manual, round, hollowed piece of wood that had been sealed and proofed for a long lifespan. This is her handy dandy but doesn't work well short ranged.

Powers: After accidentally taking a dip in radioactive waste that she assumed was safe water, Olive found herself able to hear animals speech, though she can't carry a conversation with them, she can hear their actual words. With that accidental swim also came intuitive aptitude in science and math. She hasn't quite figured out all that this power can control (IC) but knows that it allows her great ease in building things.

Techniques: No known techniques.

Skills: Animals are attracted to her presence, it's quite easy to get along with them because of that. Knack for talking her way out of things. Excels at remembering peoples names.

Gear: Olivia carries a set of dulled, well loved screw drivers in a hand made fabric roll up as well as a pair of old cut resistant gloves she uses while scavenging.

Level: One.

The Story Behind the Man

Backstory: Before WoH Prudence had a family, she was celebrating her 13th birthday, and she had her life on a schedule. Her older brother always made fun of her, deep down hiding the hurt that came with being a high school drop out and all around dirt bag. "Come on Pru, why a librarian? Why can't you just be a rebel, you make me look bad." Most conversations between the siblings ended with that. It was Valentine's way of guilting his sister. Even having just entered her teens, Prudence would continually fight back "So i can help educate those who need it most, like you, Val." Prudence Olivia loved learning and had excelled in school, now on the path to becoming the youngest in her district to graduate high school. She was quite the athlete as well, winning 3rd and 2nd place in nation wide track and field competition's. Free time was spent researching new topics, doing laps in her pool, and exercising for races. Unfortunately life haulted immediately, the day of graduation her parents were killed by their automaton maid and her brother had fallen victim to a hungry zombie. She grew up quickly that day in the face of horror, finding saftey in the attic of her abandoned home and living like a hermit. The years were filled with eating canned foods and collecting stray books. Growing tired of the depressed state her life was in, she finally emerged from the rabbit hole she had created around herself on her 21st birthday. It took months to surpress the anxiety and fear but that quickly evaporated when she realized the world wasn't "as bad." That day was also the day she mistook her pool as safe still, thinking she was fine to do laps in celebration of her personal revolution. She quickly realised how wrong she was and fell ill for a few weeks. Once the fever dreams and constant vomit stopped, she felt different but couldn't figure it out. There'd be soft voices she'd hear from time to time, as rats skittered by or butterflies landed in the window sill. It also became less work for her to learn, and she picked up skills almost too easily. The freak out happened when she had the idea of creating a water purifier with an old trash can and some cheese cloth stored in her junk boxes. It took her about 5 minutes to create and it worked. The panic of this new found ability to invent and solve on the spot was creepy but she slowly learned to love and appreciate it. Olivia ultimately left her cocoon and found a new place in pallet town. It was a stepping stone for her, as she never wanted to stay permanently in one place. Her life is currently filled with expierments, listening to what she discovered was the voices of animals she was hearing, and helping people with life from time to time.

Ambitions/Goals: Olive wants to ultimately create a cure for the DNA compound that created what everyone refers to as Zombies. She yearns for friends to call family.

Addiction/Mental Health: She has OCD.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

@Leaves done.

Introduce myself.

I've been part of several different RP groups/styles for about 10 years. From message boards, early chat rooms, and everything in between. My favorite has always been dystopian/sci-fi even though I've dabbled in everything. I won't start down the path of being 12 years old on a furry roleplay forum. Literally, dabbled in everything.

On the internet i hoard gifs and find myself awake at 3 am posting memes to irrelevant subreddits. I play a lot of ESO via ps4 and have an unhealthy obsession with "top 10 scariest..." videos

Off the internet I'm 22, a vet tech by day and a crazy cat lady by night.

A few fun facts:
I have 8 cats
I have 16 chickens with harry potter puns as names
I went to uni to be a pastry chef
I went to uni to be an ME
I went to uni to be a psychologist
I ultimately went to uni to be a CVT and be accepted in to a vet program. Maybe this time i won't change my mind.
I have no earthly idea what all 51 states are. But i know the 3 strains of coccidia in chickens and the incubation life of microfilariae
I paint and sell pastel water colour nudes.

Hope to see you all around!