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Kingsmen - New Generation

Olivia Lockwood

Olivia Lockwood

Age

19

Personality

First impressions are key, and Olivia will likely give off the wrong one. Mostly on purpose. Something about her screams guileless, and she has enough moments of genuine cluelessness that she could easily be written off as a ditz. Not that it's entirely off the mark. Olivia is naturally excitable and playful, and has a dangerous tendency to get swept up in the moment. She's prone to looking for trouble when in need of entertainment, and is flippant in the face of danger. Her loyalty is difficult to earn, but goes deep and far, so much so that it could be considered double-edged. She's willing to risk a lot for those that earned it, her own safety included.

It takes a while, but it should eventually be evident that she isn't all enthusiasm. With a brain wired for maths and tongue for sass, Olivia's simplemindedness belies a clever perfectionist, who has quips at the ready and thinks well on her feet. She also happens to be frustratingly stubborn and passionate, despite seeming carefree. The downside to being so driven is that she will never give up, even if you want her to. She takes failure hard, especially if her friends are among the casualties involved. The same drive prevents her from asking for help, even when she desperately needs it.

History

Born to a university maths professor and her one time teaching assistant, Olivia hasn't the most extraordinary of origins. She grew up into a simple household, neither lacking in resources nor swimming in luxury, in the middle of nowhere (better known as Haywards Heath). Her parents loved her, her friends adored her; it was all so painfully mundane, especially to a child itching for grand adventures. Every year on her birthday, she screws her eyes shut as she blow on her candle, desperately wishing for something, anything, exciting to happen, but nothing ever did.

Turned out her wishes had been piling up, and it took little over eight years for it to overflow. Her father, a decade younger than her mother, would realize belatedly that he had married and settled down a bit too soon. The commitment was too much for him, and so he strayed, once, twice, three times a week. His infidelity shouldn't have come as a surprise to her mother—he had been rather sloppy with the evidence—but it did, and surprise wasn't the only thing she felt. Suffice it to say, her mother didn't take it well. Hell hath no fury and all that. In a span of weeks, her wish did away with all the boring in her life: her mother was sent to jail for attempted assault; her father ran far, far away and never looked back; and as for her, she was taken to her uncle, a paranoid recluse who has lived through the adventures she yearned for.

Timothy Lockwood was a strange man, but Olivia learned to appreciate it. There was never a dull day with someone like him. He never talked about himself, but he did share a couple of things with her. First, someone was after him. There was a reason he kept to his home and never entertained guests until she had rudely barged in his life. Second, he was a cryptologist and he was hell-bent on teaching her what he knows. Olivia would find a practical application of this in hacking, two years into lessons. Third, he was preparing her for something. She didn't know what it was or when it was supposed to happen, but she knew it was coming. He insisted she stay fit, which she did through her continued ballet lessons, and stressed the importance of playing dumb. It's the best defense for someone like her, he'd said.

Olivia was mostly unsurprised when she woke up one day and found him gone.

Extra

• Alternates between singing Disney songs and pop songs when she's concentrating on something.
• Likes to Robin Hood people she doesn't like—mostly celebrities or government officials that annoy her—by hacking into their accounts and donating a fair sum to a charity.

Kingsmen - New Generation

Olivia Lockwood

Olivia Lockwood

Age

19

Personality

First impressions are key, and Olivia will likely give off the wrong one. Mostly on purpose. Something about her screams guileless, and she has enough moments of genuine cluelessness that she could easily be written off as a ditz. Not that it's entirely off the mark. Olivia is naturally excitable and playful, and has a dangerous tendency to get swept up in the moment. She's prone to looking for trouble when in need of entertainment, and is flippant in the face of danger. Her loyalty is difficult to earn, but goes deep and far, so much so that it could be considered double-edged. She's willing to risk a lot for those that earned it, her own safety included.

It takes a while, but it should eventually be evident that she isn't all enthusiasm. With a brain wired for maths and tongue for sass, Olivia's simplemindedness belies a clever perfectionist, who has quips at the ready and thinks well on her feet. She also happens to be frustratingly stubborn and passionate, despite seeming carefree. The downside to being so driven is that she will never give up, even if you want her to. She takes failure hard, especially if her friends are among the casualties involved. The same drive prevents her from asking for help, even when she desperately needs it.

History

Born to a university maths professor and her one time teaching assistant, Olivia hasn't the most extraordinary of origins. She grew up into a simple household, neither lacking in resources nor swimming in luxury, in the middle of nowhere (better known as Haywards Heath). Her parents loved her, her friends adored her; it was all so painfully mundane, especially to a child itching for grand adventures. Every year on her birthday, she screws her eyes shut as she blow on her candle, desperately wishing for something, anything, exciting to happen, but nothing ever did.

Turned out her wishes had been piling up, and it took little over eight years for it to overflow. Her father, a decade younger than her mother, would realize belatedly that he had married and settled down a bit too soon. The commitment was too much for him, and so he strayed, once, twice, three times a week. His infidelity shouldn't have come as a surprise to her mother—he had been rather sloppy with the evidence—but it did, and surprise wasn't the only thing she felt. Suffice it to say, her mother didn't take it well. Hell hath no fury and all that. In a span of weeks, her wish did away with all the boring in her life: her mother was sent to jail for attempted assault; her father ran far, far away and never looked back; and as for her, she was taken to her uncle, a paranoid recluse who has lived through the adventures she yearned for.

Timothy Lockwood was a strange man, but Olivia learned to appreciate it. There was never a dull day with someone like him. He never talked about himself, but he did share a couple of things with her. First, someone was after him. There was a reason he kept to his home and never entertained guests until she had rudely barged in his life. Second, he was a cryptologist and he was hell-bent on teaching her what he knows. Olivia would find a practical application of this in hacking, two years into lessons. Third, he was preparing her for something. She didn't know what it was or when it was supposed to happen, but she knew it was coming. He insisted she stay fit, which she did through her continued ballet lessons, and stressed the importance of playing dumb. It's the best defense for someone like her, he'd said.

Olivia was mostly unsurprised when she woke up one day and found him gone.

Extra

• Alternates between singing Disney songs and pop songs when she's concentrating on something.
• Likes to Robin Hood people she doesn't like—mostly celebrities or government officials that annoy her—by hacking into their accounts and donating a fair sum to a charity.

Kingsmen

I'm interested as well! I'd been excited to see the movie, but I didn't think I'd love it as much as I did.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Ah, I'd been waiting, too. I didn't want to go again until the others did, since I was the last post before yours.

Resurgence | Medieval Pokemon Roleplay

Interested! I really like the premise. :)

Something Wicked This Way Comes

G'davening, he'd said. Juliette's laughter pealed through the morning breeze, bright and hearty and not at all unkind. Hector the Cook had stricken a good chord with her already. Once again, he reminded her of the newer performers in her troupe, especially of the littlest one who had been riddled with a most intense case of stage fright. Little Eggs would freeze up as soon as he stepped foot onto the raised platform, and he looked just as Hector had in front of the Emperor, stiff and awkward, seemingly ready to melt into a pool of uneasiness and evaporate away. It took Eggs hours of mental preparation to feel comfortable enough to perform, but soon after, he transformed into a powerhouse of singer, his voice deeper and more powerful than his tiny frame belied. It made her wonder what surprises the cook had in store for them. His chiding caught Juliette by surprise, and another bout of laughter escaped her lips. This time she was reminded of Talberon and his desperate attempts to drill proper etiquette in her. He might have said the exact words to her once before. She gave the cook a playful salute in response, allowing him to drag her away as she did him just moments before. "Aye, Mr. Cook," she said, smiling cheekily. "By the way, have I introduced myself yet? I'm Juliette. Performer. G'davening to you!" The emperor's voice boomed out then, cutting any remaining chatter, sounding properly commanding and clear, as well it should. Still, his words whizzed by her ears unheeded. Juliette's attention lingered upon the ruler of the empire all of two seconds before her thoughts predictably drifted. The man in the ivory armor was all rough and hard edges, but she spied softness in his eyes whenever his better half was involved. He looked at her as though she was indeed a Goddess incarnate. Here was a man most fearsome, one who carried enough power and influence in his little finger than most would have in their lifetime, yet Juliette was certain he would lower himself to a beggar if it meant saving her. The thought made her sigh dreamily, and the corner of her lips tugged in one giddy, lopsided grin. Theirs was a love she hoped to one day attain for herself. Before she realized, horses had come out in the garden, as varied in their looks as the emperor's small group had been. Juliette did a double take, wondering whether she was still caught up in her fantasies. Horses were often part of them; although, there was usually just one, with the object of her affections riding it, galloping toward her to sweep her away and take her to his small kingdom by the sea. She pulled herself back before she drifted into another flight of fancy, redirecting her focus onto the young cook still latched onto her arm. He was watching as the other recruits dispersed, each one going over to a specific mount as though selecting one for themselves. Oh. Was this what the emperor was going on about? Juliette looked over the remaining horses, quirking her lips in thought. Beyond their appearance, she hardly saw a difference between them. Which was fast? Which was sturdy? Did it matter? Perhaps the most important question had been whether she should be allowed to take the reins. The Goddesses know the troupe had taken her horse riding privileges long ago, ever since she had ridden a horse to exhaustion, all the while ruining their encampment for the week. It was a long story. The gist? She and horses did not mix well. Just as she was about to inquire about a different means of transportation, the female mercenary from earlier approached them, offering some fairly good points about weapons, or their lack thereof. Juliette looked over her once, already with a mare and infinitely more prepared for the journey than she ever would, and smiled approvingly. She felt safer with her around. "I'll have you know, I'd nearly killed someone with a handstand once," she said, leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially, even though her eyes lit up in jest. It was true; one of their routines had her coming off a handspring onto a handstand on top of another performer's shoulder. She exerted a little more power than she meant to, and she ended up breaking his clavicle. On his way to a healer, he almost fell off the mountain, which meant she could have killed him indirectly! "Of course, I could also kill everyone with my stew without even trying." In all seriousness, receiving a weapon was rather tempting. Juliette wouldn't mind toting a shiny sword or a scary-looking lance that glowed prettily like that noblewoman's; if anything, she was certain she would pick up the basics quickly enough. It shouldn't be any different from learning a new acrobatic stunt. "A sword does sound nice," she thought out loud, before clenching a hand, as if to test it. "But I think I'll fare better with just my hands." She turned to Hector, who was considering the mercenary's advice as well. It seemed he would benefit more from a weapon than she. Perhaps a knife. Cooks were handy with those, weren't they? He could fillet those pesky creatures that were rumored to be sent by the Goddesses! "Are you getting one, Hex?" she asked, as casually as she would an old friend. Juliette hadn't minded that he still held onto her, but when she felt the warmth radiating from his hand, she moved to sling her arm around his shoulder instead. "I might ask for some greaves and gauntlets. Might help me pack more of a punch, yeah?"

Something Wicked This Way Comes

I'll have my post sometime today. Again, sorry for the wait, Sana!

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Ah. I finally managed to post. Sorry for the delay, things got busy for a bit. Wait, what? When did Hector get popular?

@Zurnt

Haha! Hector's adorable!

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Ahh, sorry for holding you up. I was actually waiting for Zurnt as well.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

It was tradition for the troupe to celebrate a performer's departure, temporary or not, with a big sendoff ceremony. There would be festivities left and right, topped off with nonstop singing and dancing, and it would last until the wee hours of the night, or until everyone passed out—of course, it was usually the latter. During the night of hers, Juliette went all out in her performance, her last for some time. It was no surprise that she was the first to fall, but even when she missed most of the celebration, she slept well knowing it was one of the best they've had. Juliette awoke hours later under the cool shade of a wide oak tree and with a pile of freshly laundered clothes as a pillow. The expanse of green that surrounded her surprised her out of her drowsy haze. Oh, right. They had taken a detour from their route to drop her off at the city, and they set up their encampment in the forestland bordering the city walls. Papa Bear was not going to be happy with her. As she rose, she realized that she was surrounded by the rest of the troupe, some draped over each other, snoring away and looking exactly like they enjoyed the festivities a little too much. The sight should have made her smile; instead it made her heart ache. She had been with her troupe for fifteen years, three months, and nineteen days. This was the first time she would be away from them for more than a day, and just the thought made her reconsider. Perhaps she had been too hasty with her decision after all. Surely, she can control herself around Renner; after all, she had done so for a decade now. What's the worst a few more years could do? All she had to do was keep her feelings to herself and not sabotage their friendship. Easy peasy! But then the person in question approached her, dazzling blue eyes locking with hers and the morning sun's soft glow lighting up his face, and shit. Juliette could feel herself swooning at the spot. "Do you really have to go?" he asked, looking down at her with that lopsided smile she had more than once dreamed of kissing. "No," she blurted out before catching herself. "Yes." "Why?" Because if you keep smiling like that I'm going to have to tell you I love you, but you're in love with someone else so we'll be awkward and then you'll never speak to me again and that will break my heart. Juliette chewed on her lower lip. "Just something I have to do." "Just come back soon, okay? I'm going to miss you." "Promise." She walked away before she wavered any more than she had and looked for the only person who wouldn't make leaving any harder. He was the last person she had to bid farewell. Juliette found him in his tent, huddled in his seat, blowing his nose on a handkerchief. He was uncharacteristically unkempt: eyes bloodshot from sleep deprivation, dried out tear stains leaving streaks in his powdered face. Talberon spent the first two hours of each day primping and preening, but here he was, still dressed in his clothes from the night before and hair looking worse than a bird's nest. One would think it flattering to have affected someone so drastically. But one would be wrong. When she had passionately announced that she would be taking time off to answer the call of the emperor, Talberon had been none too pleased. He sulked for days, reverted into a petulant child that pointedly ignored her to make her feel guilty. She tried many times to make her case, but he refused to listen. Even now, days after, he still made a show of his disapproval. Just as she entered his quarters, Talberon looked over the schedule of performances he had mapped out on a parchment and scratched his pen angrily where her name was written. "My perfect lineup," he cried out, throwing his hands in the air theatrically. "Ruined!" The flaxen troupe master continued to mumble to himself, about silly children and foolish decisions, without once acknowledging her presence. He was a man who devoted his life to this troupe, to the artistry involved in his people's performances, and he was infamously neurotic in his ways. Her temporary absence left a rift in his perfectly balanced programme, and reordering the acts drove him mad. He spent the last few days ignoring her, but Juliette liked to think it was his way of saying he'll miss her. "Take care, Papa Bear," she laughed. He refused to speak to her still, but he finally looked her way. "Try not to get too crazy while I'm gone." After her farewells, she washed up in the nearby riverbank and dressed in her travel wear: baggy trousers caught in at the ankle, its sheer fabric faintly outlining her legs, and a lace-trimmed one piece blouse that fit exactly. It didn't make for the most modest of attires, but it allowed for easier movements and that was most important. Her agility was her best asset, and it would do the emperor no service if it were hindered in anyway. The imperial city was but a few minutes' walk from their encampment; even in the woods, she could glimpse the towering castle in the horizon. As Juliette took the first steps out of the forest, she already felt lighter, but that could have as well been the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. She forced herself not to look back, or temptation would sow its seeds and trap her, and all but rushed toward the city gates. It wasn't long before she reached the castle gardens, where the royal guards paraded about the emperor in his blinding ivory armor and his lovely wife, looking not so pleased with the turnout. She wondered why, but a quick glance at the small groups that gathered near them was answer enough. From what she gleaned as she walked through the gates, diversity was not an issue. There were nobles, a mercenary, a scholar, and… whatever that armored man was. She hadn't gotten a proper look, but she did give him props for withstanding the morning sun under all that armor. In any case, age had seemed varied, as well, and she spied at least three young ones in the garden. Her gaze zeroed in on the brown haired boy standing alone and looking quite lost in his own thoughts. She approached him, for no other reason than to make him look less lonely. Maybe he wasn't sure what to do? His guarded, almost anxious stance reminded her of one of the newer performers in the troupe. People like that needed a little nudge. "Oh, you're even younger than me," Juliette said without preface, as soon as realization dawned upon her. She looked the boy up and down, then flicked her gaze toward the armored noble who was once sitting comfortably atop his steed. He definitely looked out of place—even among the decidedly motley recruits, herself included. "You're pretty ballsy," she grinned, giving him a casual pat on the back. "So have you greeted the Emperor yet? I think you're supposed to say hi. Come with me." Without waiting for his assent, Juliette dragged him along toward the royal couple, past a couple of guards and a female mercenary. She nudged the boy gently as a signal before she bowed, unconsciously twirling her hand in flourish as she had become accustomed to during performances. Juliette had been prepared to mimic the mercenary's introduction, to at least look somewhat professional, but the sight of the beautiful Empress distracted her. "Wow! You're even prettier up close," she said instead.