Just putting this up at Kate's request.  If Devi returns, I will step down so she can fill the roll again.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/_Mr_RocknRoll__by_Miuaw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia ("Ollie") Cartwright<br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Has more than a passing interest in women, though she doesn't seem comfortable discussing it.<br/><strong>Some past history:</strong><br/>At a glance, most people would assume that Olivia has led a rather charmed life.  She was always a bit unusual for her habit of blending into the company of guys, but despite her tendency to be a bit raucous and crude she's never gone out of her way to put others in a bad mood.  Among the long list of things she's pledged to do before she dies, mountain climbing, sky diving, bungee jumping, and swimming through coral reefs have already been checked off.  Olivia has always been the type of person that craves excitement and adventure, often losing herself in the thrill of movement.  Back in High School she was the star of the woman's track team, exhilarated by the rigors of pushing her body to the limit.  This is the woman that most people would know: "Ollie" the loud, perverted, easygoing, athletic, unapologetic tomboy.<br/><br/><strong>Which characters in the group that knows some parts of your past:</strong><br/>Only the self-proclaimed Jock of the group knows the slightest inkling of what Olivia was put through in her younger years, and even with him she's never been able to discuss all the details.  Suffice it to say that a family member, a male family member, one day decided to break the trust she had placed in him and did things to her that she has since done her best to bury beneath an outer shell of cheerfulness.  While this may explain her habit of dressing as unfeminine as possible, it doesn't quite explain why she also surrounds herself with men.  Though she's never said it aloud, the Jock's friendship may have been enough to make her realize that fearing men because of that incident wouldn't make matters any better.<br/><br/><strong>Likes/Dislikes:</strong><br/><em>Likes:</em>Physical exertion, loud music, drinking until tipsy, Indian food, dancing (badly), singing (terribly), saucy limericks and lewd jokes, Soccer, Fighting, and Exploration.<br/><em>Dislikes:</em>Sexually forward men (though she knows the line between joking and harassment, and is far from prudish), frilly clothes, high heels (and just about any other impractical clothing), romantic comedies, solitude, and most of all, sitting around doing nothing.<br/><br/><strong>Fears/Wishes:</strong><br/><em>Fears:</em><br/><br/>Moths.  Olivia has a completely irrational fear of them.  She's let spiders crawl over her hands, barely bats an eye at centipedes, and swats away spindly craneflies without so much as flinching.  But if a moth so much as flutters near her face she will totally lose it, much to the amusement of others.<br/><br/>Being taken advantage of.  Considering her past, this one is a no-brainer.  Thankfully she knows how to fend after herself, and is quite careful not to send the wrong signals when hanging around men.<br/><br/>Weakness.  Related to the above, Olivia is terrified of being in a situation where she is at the mercy of someone else.  She has no problem with tight spaces when unbound, but if ropes come into the equation she will immediately become panicked.<br/><br/><br/><em>Wishes:</em><br/><br/><em>Long Term:</em>Ultimately Olivia dreams of the idea of becoming an Olympic level athlete.  She has been rather aimless in her first two years at college, but has toyed with the idea of looking into Physical Therapy.<br/><em>Short Term:</em>What anyone wants: to find someone.  She's casually suggested at having had fleeting relations at college, though she never specified the gender.  It seems to be a source of discomfort for her.<br/><br/><strong>Relations to the other characters:</strong><br/><br/><em>The Superstitious:</em>"Now I'm not usually one to judge people right out of the gate, but this one seems a little off to me.  Kind of quiet and shy.  I guess I can understand not wanting to talk too much, but he could sure as hell stand to loosen up a bit!  Note to self: get a few drinks into him as soon as possible.  There's nothing like a little lubricant to get those social gears going!"<br/><br/><em>The cool guitar-playing type:</em>"I like his music.  I guess that's that?  Never really got the chance to speak with him much.  Seems a bit short-fused, and he looks younger than he is, but he seems alright by me."<br/><br/><em>The Jock:</em>"What is there to say?  He means the world to me.  He's like the brother I never had, or the father I really would have preferred.  Is that weird?  Eh, who the fuck cares.  He gets me, and I get him.  Sure he can be a bit of a hardass about winning all the time, but that kind of passion is something the world could use a bit more of these days.  I don't know what I'd do without him."<br/><br/><em>The Loud One:</em>"I get the feeling she doesn't like me much, but she's civil enough about it.  She puts on a pretty good front, but I got this niggling suspicion that there's something painful behind it.  Maybe it's not what I've been through, but either way I'd be willing to be there for her if she ever needed it."<br/><br/><em>The Glue:</em>"Easily the best female friend I've got in this world.  If 'ole meathead's the brother I never had, she'd be the sister.  It's a good thing we've known each other for so long, 'cause otherwise I don't think a girl like her could ever see something in us two daredevils.  I admire the way she can just plant her feet in the ground like an Oak tree and refuse to budge on an issue for anyone or anything.  If it weren't for her keeping us in check I'm willing to bet we would have gone and done something really fuckin' stupid.  Not that we haven't anyway, but at least she was there to pick up the pieces afterwards."<br/><br/><strong>Looks:</strong><br/><br/>Athletically built with a mess of unkempt red hair and skin browned by a life lived in plenty of sunlight, Olivia is easily recognizable in just about any group.  She's prone to wearing loose flannel shirts and baggy jeans with spats underneath, and almost never bothers with bras; not that really needs them, considering her rather modest bust size.  Her hips and legs definitely have plenty of curve, though she never goes out of her way to accentuate them.  Much to her irritation, she is also extremely short for an athlete and has to work excessively hard to keep up with her peers, most of which have the advantage of longer strides: she barely tops out at 5'3".  Bringing this to her attention is a great way to risk injury to the kneecaps, and is not recommended.