Olivaria "Olive" Carcosa
Age: 26
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 117 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: inhuman, shifting colors

Appearance:
Olive is a small and waifish young woman with long, bedraggled hair in need of a wash and a brush. Her clothes are well made but worn from travel; she clearly needs new boots, her pack is getting worn, and she carries an old but sturdy chest fastened to the top. She typically wears a gauzy black veil, meant for a funeral. Sometimes her eyes almost glow beneath. Beneath the veil, Olive might be pretty if it weren't for the scars and her strange eyes. Their glare and glow make most people extremely uneasy.

Personality:
Olive is not shy, but she is careful...yet poorly socialized. She had few friends as a child, and as an adult her most constant companion has been her patron -- a deposed and imprisoned alien god. Through it, Olive has learned to communicate with some of the strangest creatures. The odd company she's kept has altered her demeanor over time. When dealing with intelligent 'monsters' Olive is kind and caring, and tries not to offend. Oddly, she also tends to assume her friendly intentions will be reciprocated. Yet around humans and settled races, Olive is more reserved and wary. It was a bandit that blinded her, and her family that shunned her; but the Watcher that returned her sight.

History:
Olive's family hailed from Lakumia; her father came from wealth, the Carcosa family was a well known merchant and shipping service across many friendly lands. Her mother was a devout priestess of the Empress of Light, and her older brother, Isaac, traveled to Loukan to join the paladin order. Olive was less interested in the faith, and more enamored by the stories she heard from other kingdoms and nations. As she grew into her teens, she wanted to join her father's caravans on the road.

On only her third such outing, the caravan was beset by bandits. Olive's face was slashed with a sword, leaving her blinded. She lost more than her sight, however -- she lost her freedom and her future as well. Once returned home Olive was treated differently by everyone; decisions were made for her, and certainly didn't include travel or adventure. They included constant 'care', oversight, and seclusion...

Olive had the unique opportunity for a better fortune, however. Another merchant -- one her family preferred not to work with -- reached out to her with an offer. She snuck out to meet him one night with help from one of his employees. He had a jar of eyes that could replace her own, all she had to do was put her hand in and let the eyes choose her. Olive didn't even hesitate. She felt the slimy things crawl up her arm and onto her face; she had her first doubt as they wormed and writhed into her empty sockets. Their 'tails' burrowed deeper, into her skull and into her brain -- it hurt and she heard a scream. It took a while for to realize it was her screaming.

It would take weeks for the pain to subside, but Olive could see again. Her eyes were inhuman; for the first time she saw her scars in the mirror. The eyes came with a voice as well, one that called itself the Watcher, a godlike entity of great power imprisoned by those more powerful than itself, in a great green pyramid, somewhere called Yuggoth. It made deals with people like her, granting power and knowledge in exchange for seeing the multiverse beyond it's prison. Olive was all too eager to accept. She didn't thirst for power, but freedom and exploration was a much better future than she could have attained on her own.

Olive's first mistake was assuming her family would be happy for her. Her younger siblings were terrified of her and refused to be in the same room. The servants were not much different. Her father had blamed himself for her injuries -- she expected him to happy that she was healed. Instead he ran the gamut from sad, to scared, and to angry once she told him who had given her the eyes. If Olive thought that was bad, it was a dozen fold worse when her mother came home. Olive was an abomination, she had said, and practically dragged her to the temple. Olive was a warlock, the High Priest told her, a type of witch that made pacts with malign things for ungodly power. The Council of Mages would hunt her if they found out. Paladins, like her own brother, would be honor bound to turn her over to the church.

Once more she was being told her future by others. And this time her mother and the other priests wanted to take her new eyes away; to rob Olive of her sight a second time.

Olive ran away before anything could come of it. She has spent several years traveling now, and learned so much from the Watcher. Her new eyes are much better than her previous ones, albeit not very subtle. She hasn't spoken to her family since she fled Lakumia, though she saw her brother Isaac from afar once. She knows he's looking for her, but not whether it's as a brother or a paladin.