Olivia Snow Mane
Among casual company, Olivia often goes by the name "Ollie", though family have been known to address her as 'Viv' or 'Vie' which she will answer to as well.Ollie is only 42" or so tall, a svelte 34 lbs, has a child androgous appearance that could be called equally lad or lass. Her natural fair complexion is matched with eyes the color of the sky, and silvery platinum blond hair. These this appearance however has been subject to change on a whim as she makes a regular practice to use magic to dye or streak colors into her hair as well as change the tint and hue of her natural skin and eye color to suit her mood or needs.
Despite such a juvenile appearance, Ollie conducts herself with surprising maturity and thoughtfulness that is often beyond adults centuries older than herself.
| All things in the world are relative. How do you judge the value and worth of a person? Who are we to decide what has value and what does not? Who is wise, and who is not. Who should live and who should die? Truly such things are beyond mortal means to control and as such best not considered too deeply. Even physical stature is a relative thing. In our youth, my siblings were held in the cradle of my arms, only to out pace me tower over me today. Such a reminder of the mortality that awaits us all, some sooner than others. A sad thing really. For this reason I've sought out my blood kin. A new prejudice awaits to challenge me. The more things change, the more they stay the same. |
I pity such small minded people. Such a description can be applied to any land you care to trod for the first time. I look at the land i call home and i see a land that has provided me with everything. Starting with nothing, it has given me Home, Family, Purpose, and even understanding. We ... are like the flurries of that blow across the White Fangs. Individually small and insignificant but blinding and formidable when riled enmasse. Shapeless but unique and travelling on our own erratic path to wherever the winds might take us. There is nothing like the feel and sound of fresh broken morning frost beneath your feet. A serene land with it's own sense of beauty. Adapt... Survive... Thrive... these are the things you must do, the paths you must walk. You can only perish if you see a stark unforgiving land. |
Oh, Are you cold? You're not really cold. You just think you're cold. If you were really cold you wouldn't have the sense to whine about it. You've just been living it soft too long. |