Age: 23 (born some podunk town in Nebraska)
Rank: Private First Class (E3)
Languages spoken: English (Native Speaker), German (more than she lets on)
Key skills: Farming, Ground Vehicle (Wheeled), Mechanic, Small Watercraft




Primary Weapon: M177 Carbine
Secondary Weapon: PM Makarov Automatic Pistol.
Notable gear: PASGT vest, PASGT helmet, ALICE LBE

Called Liv for short, Olivia Saxman grew up on a farm in some podunk town in Nebraska about fifty miles outside Lincoln, where there wasn't much to do except hang out at the lake, drink beer that she’s sneaked out of the house, and generally fool around with her friends. When she was nineteen she decided that she wanted to get out of that town, get the fuck away from it, as far away as she could, so she joined the Army. It seemed like as good a way as any.

The Army trained her to be a truck driver, posted her to the 498th Support Battalion, part of the 2nd Armored Division (Forward) in Garlstedt, Germany. She was with the 2nd when it got nuked in ’97. Some distance from Ground Zero, Liv survived the nuclear attack, was physically unhurt. The mental scars were a different matter though. Combat stress. PTSD. Call it what you like, it screwed with Liv’s head.

She ended up being bounced around a few units before she eventually ended up with the 1/5th Aviation right before the 5th Division jumped off on its offensive, with her last CO privately relieved to be getting rid of what he had privately thought of as ‘that fucking crazy bitch’.

Olivia Saxman is probably about as far away from Nebraska as she ever wanted to be. She’s aloof, tends not to say much, stands some feet five inches tall, slim, with dirty blonde hair that’s usually pulled back into a pony tail, wears standard issue woodland camo BDU’s.