Olivia is the youngest daughter of a well-to-do family of nobles in Cheliax, one half-caught in the thrall of her nation's infernal brand of politics. Double-talk and half-truths were her methods of survival. Masks were as much a part of her daily routine as breakfast tea, and the amount of relatives outside her immediate family she could trust could be counted on her fingers.
Hope was found few and far between as she watches plot on top of plot unfold those closer to her sucked deeper into the void of her city. She remembered it being better, though only from stories her grandmother would tell her by the fire. She told herself that the name of Cheliax used to mean something more that Devils and Hellknight raids.
She remembered one story in particular. One folk tale. One hero from Cheliax's tumultuous history.
Well, hero was a generous term to be given. Even today they celebrate the death of the dreaded Anarchy, the fiend in the white mask with a blade as sharp as his tongue who almost brought the government of Cheliax to it's knees. To some, he was was the most vile of villains, a terrorist from an an already dark age. To others, he was the only man willing to take a stand against corruption, until the day he disappeared for good. Details on his death were vague, but his decade-long reign of 'terror' was finished with the appearance of his bloody mask on the palace doorstep.
Months ago, Olivia had the funny feeling that Cheliax needed another Anarchy. Another revolution to make the house of Thrune all the more uncomfortable. One more mask she had to put on.
Now just living in rumors and speculation of a masked man in a cape leaving behind criminals in beaten-up shape, the new Anarchy leaves behind a calling card alongside each of her victims. A single white rose dipped in red paint. Soon, she thought, even the Hellknight Orders would fear the name Anarchy again.
Personality and Abilities:
Olivia is a hopeless romantic still believing in the ideas of heroism and knights in shining armor. Though her idealism is often tempered by her surroundings, she keeps herself sane by helping where she can.
Studious in private where she can afford to be, Olivia keeps herself entertained reading the scores of novels collecting dust in her family's library, at the same time hoping to one day pen a few, once she finds the inspiration.
In public, she plays the part of the noble well, putting on a haughty, slightly air-headed facade to make the connection from her to Anarchy ever more distant.
Though she loves her immediate family, she believes that her two sisters and brother have taken the role of the noble heirs to a wealthy family a little too well, secretly wishing that they would somehow acquire a new sense of responsibility for their name and country.
As Anarchy, Olivia maintains a quiet facade, any semblance of personality only showing when absolutely necessary, where she quickly becomes dutiful. At the same time, she allows herself to have a bit of fun 'acting' underneath the mask. Portraying her favorite hero as she always imagined he would be. Dangerous in the playful kind of way. Confidant in the face of danger, and defiant in the face of tyranny.
Olivia trained with the rapier since her early teens, and recently, every morning, the first thing she would do once awakening is rigorous exercise to keep herself fit for her chosen duty. Her youth spent sneaking around the manor to scare her siblings and servants has also been of use as she slinks through the alleys during Cheliax's strict curfew.
Appearance:
Olivia is a young woman with a voluptuous figure with the rosy red hair of her family. Her skin is as pale as has become typical for a Chelaxian, her eyes icy blue. Though dressed in the latest fashions, she also dresses as conservatively as possible, though not necessarily for any sense of modesty. Her exercises and stints on the street have left her with more muscle and bruises than would be expected from a woman of her standing.
As Anarchy, anything other than her five-three stature that would have given away her gender disappear. Her chest is strapped down, her figure concealed under a long black coat, and her voice brought down as low as she can muster.
The Anarchy suit itself is an outfit she pulled together to look as close to the illustrations of the man as possible. A nobleman's outfit in blacks and reds designed for the utmost agility. A long twin-tailed coat that fell just above her ankles. Boots and gloves, none of her skin showing in the slightest. A black wig underneath a wide-brimmed hat with a red-feather plume, and most importantly, her mask.
A smooth porcelain mask with two black, crescent-shaped eyes, and a wide-red smile. A symbol known to all of Cheliax.
As Anarchy, Olivia makes an effort so that her movement, her posture, and her gestures are slightly... Other. Something not quite human. Something not quite right about him. All the more reason to think this is a ghost from the past.
