Olive Adair Ilvermorny

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OLIVE'S TRUNK
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sta 8 • eva 8 • str 2 • wis 7 • arc 6 • acc 9

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ABILITIES

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FEARLESS
Fearless. Olive Adair had never been one to scare easily. She would not jump at shadows on the wall or the legends made up to scare children. She laughed when the other children screamed in supposedly haunted places. She refused to act weak in the face of danger, spooks, or frights. She had mentally gotten it into her head that to act afraid was to act weak and to act weak was to be vulnerable.

As with all things, there was a reason behind her dauntless attitude. There had been an incident when she was younger that had caused her to refuse be be scared of anything. It had started with her dad telling her a silly story that night. A story made to scare children, but perhaps it hadn't been the right thing to tell to his four year old daughter and son.

She was playing with her twin without a care in the world when their dad came in to put them to bed. They both rejected the notion of sleep and continued to play, ignoring their dad's protests. Eventually they all came to a deal. He would tell them a story and in return they would go to bed. The story he decided on telling them was about a boggart.

He told them that boggarts showed them their worst fears and were always present in their nightmares. That unless they knew the spell to defeat it, it would never give up pursuing its victim. Not the things he should have been telling his toddlers, but oh well.

Both of his children were huddled up under their blankets with expressions of terror etched onto their faces. Their dad smiled knowingly and told his children that he had fulfilled his half of the deal and they had to fulfill their half of the deal now. They reluctantly crawled into their beds and fell to sleep after some tossing and turning.

Olive's eyes snapped open when she heard a thump from inside the wardrobe in her shared room. Her twin was fast asleep, unaffected by the noise, but she saw the wardrobe shudder and her eyes flew back to it. The door to the wardrobe was flung open, revealing a black mass with no defining form.

She yelped in fright and fell back against her pillows. The mass came forward slowly, hovering off the ground slightly. Olive whimpered as it spoke. "You are a failure Olive Adair. You have no one and you are unable to do anything right." Olive defended herself despite her fear. "Uhh uhh! I've got my brother and my dad. And I can draw right," the four year old said. "Do you?" it asked. Olive turned to see her brother was missing from his bed.

"Luke?" she asked worriedly. "He left you just like your mother did. Everyone leaves you." the mass declared with a triumphant smile. Olive screamed and started to cry and then she woke up. Luke and her dad were at her side comforting her for the rest of the night. Her dad realized the impact his story had on his little girl and stopped telling her such stories.

She would never let her family see the impact it had truly had on her. From then on, Olive became a reckless and headstrong young girl, basically swearing off any fear that decided to come her way.

CHASER'S INTERCEPTION
Olive, coming from a pureblood family, had a childhood full of magic. Because of her magical background, she was allowed to partake in many magical activities with her brother and her wizard friends. One of such activities was Quidditch. The first time Olive was given a broom was one of the happiest moments of her life. She felt instantly at ease in the air, flying high above all else. Her twin brother enjoyed flying as well, but not nearly as much as Olive did.

The two took to playing Quidditch, sometimes it was just the two of them, sometimes some of their friends joined in. One or twice a week, though Olive longed for more, they would assemble and form a game, playing for hours and hours. She always took the position of Chaser, as she would once she began schooling at Ilvermorny. She was quite good at the game, and she knew it. Somehow, she had more ready reflexes than the others she played with, which made it easier for her to intercept the Quaffle from her friends. She was slightly faster and more accurate than the others. When she saw even the smallest of opportunities, she was sure to take the chance. It was almost like a second nature to her.

When she received her admittance letter to Ilvermorny, her brother suggested she try out for the school's Quidditch team. Olive began to train herself to be quicker and even more precise. She wanted to see exactly how far she could go to ensure she would make the team. In the weeks leading up to the start of school, Olive worked tirelessly, feeling it was necessary to train every single second she was able. She practiced not only improving her reflexes, but technique and strategy as well. She was determined to practice until she knew without a doubt that she would make Ilvermorny's Quidditch team.

Her brother and friends did not show the same enthusiasm as her, preferring to partake in other joys of life. When Olive was training, they decided to get involved in other activities because for them Quidditch was just a game. For Olive, Quidditch was everything. When she tried out for the team, she made it. She was surprised, as she had been figuring they wouldn't want a first year on the team, no matter how hard she had worked. After she told her twin, he just smiled and told her he always knew she would make it.

QUIDDITCH

yes

BROOM RACING

no

DUELLING

no